“That was last night and you weren’t my boss,” I retorted.
“I thought women liked the idea of being the plaything for a rich, powerful man.”
“Maybe desperate women.” I scoffed. “And the man has to be young and hot.”
“Which I’m not?”
“Well, you know.” I flushed as I stared at his hands. I remembered the feel of them against my skin. In all honesty, I wanted to feel them against my skin again. And I didn’t actually care how old he was. He was hot as hell.
“So what’s the issue?”
“Sorry, what?” I flushed. I had completely zoned out. I stared into his eyes, they were focused on my lips and I couldn’t stop myself from licking them. “I have a job already.”
“Sarah, you can’t keep that job.” He shook his head, his eyes narrowing. “You can’t possibly think that I would allow you to keep that job?”
“What? You don’t even know if I can do it,” I whined and stared deeply into his eyes.
“You aren’t qualified.”
“I need this job, Harry. Please.”
“So I’m Harry now?”
“Well, your real name isn’t Bradley, is it?” I said annoyed.
“Most people that work under me call me Mr. Green.”
“Gimme a break.” I leaned back in my chair and nibbled on my lip. I was devastated by the fact that I had lost my job. What was I going to tell Katy?
“We can go out for another drink tonight if you want?” He leaned over his desk staring at me. “I’ll buy you a drink so you can bury the sorrow of losing your job.”
“But you’re the one who fired me,” I protested. “That’s not fair.”
“Such is life.” He leaned back into his probably custom-made office chair .
“You’re a real jerk, you know that.” I stood up and marched around to his side of the desk. “You’re not even giving me a chance.”
“Well, maybe you can convince me to give you the job.” He smirked at me and I felt a surge of anger. I pushed his leather chair back and hitched up my skirt and sat in his lap straddling him. I leaned into him and started kissing him while grinding back and forth on his cock. I felt his hands slip to my butt and I could feel him squeezing my ass cheeks as he pushed me into his cock harder. I devoured his mouth, kissing him with force and sucking on his tongue. As soon as I felt him hard as a rock underneath me, I slid off his lap and stood up.
“What? Where are you going?” He looked at me with a frown full of desire. I could see a huge tent in his lap and I grinned.
“Home.” I walked toward the door. Take that, asshole!
“Wait, what?” I heard him jump out of his chair. “Wait.” I felt his hand on my shoulder and he turned me around. He was looking at me curiously and full of lust. “You don’t do anything I expect you to do.”
“Imagine that.” I licked my lips slowly and seductively. “I’m not just a plaything you can boss around.”
“Sarah, I swear I will put you over my knee and spank you if you keep up with the attitude.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” I squeaked. Though secretly, I hoped that he would take me over his knee and then make love to me on his thick cream carpet.
“You wanna bet?” He leaned in close to me and I shivered.
“You’re too old for me.” I backed away, suddenly scared that I wanted this man way too much.
“What’s your issue with age, Sarah.” He frowned. “How old do you think I am?”
“Fifty,” I lied.
He laughed. “Try again.”
“Forty?” This time I meant it.
“I’m thirty-two.” He stared at me hard.
“Oh.” He was ten years older than me. Thirty-two really wasn’t that old. “You’re an old man.”
“You didn’t seem to mind last night as my cock was sliding in and out of you, fucking that tight pussy.”
I could feel my panties getting wet. “You’re so crude.” I stared at him as he laughed. “If I was your mother, I’d make you wash your mouth out with soap.”
“I thought you preferred me to do different things with my mouth?”
“Whatever.” I flushed thinking about how he had made me come over and over again with his tongue. “You were okay.”
“Just okay?”
“Yeah.” I stared back into his eyes and yelped as he grabbed me and pulled my skirt up. “What are you doing?”
“Showing you that you need to be more careful with your words,” he snarled. He sat on the ground and pulled me down to join him. He didn’t hesitate as he pulled my panties down and I just stared at him in awe, heart racing. He moved his hand to my pussy and ran his fingers across my clit.
“You’re pretty wet for someone who’s not very impressed with my skills.” He grinned and then pushed me back onto the ground. I lay there not sure if I should resist but I felt so horny, I just wanted to feel him touching me even more intimately. I wasn’t disappointed. I felt his mouth on my pussy within seconds and I spread my legs to give him greater access. He licked up and down, circling my clit but never quite touching it. I squirmed and tried to clench my legs around his face so that he would just take me in his mouth. He ignored my moans and took his time. When I finally felt his tongue licking my clit, I cried out in pleasure and this encouraged him to take my clit into his mouth and start sucking on it. I felt my body tingling, and I knew that my orgasm was close as he continued to suck on my clit. As soon as he stuck his tongue inside me, I felt myself coming hard on his face and I lay back extremely satisfied as he continued to lick me in my special spot.
When he finally stopped, I looked up to see him smiling down at me. “Still just okay?” He grinned and I rolled my eyes.
“Fine. You were good,” I muttered.
“That’s what I thought.” He pulled my panties back up my legs and pulled me up. He then pulled my skirt down and I sighed. “What’s wrong?” He looked at me in concern.
“Nothing.” I shrugged and looked away. I could hardly tell him that I had been hoping he would fuck me again. Not after my smart attitude.
“Look at me, Sarah.” He turned my face to look at him, and his eyes were shining with concern. “Are you okay?”
“Well, not really.” I felt my eyes well up. “I don’t have money to pay my rent and my roommate quit her job yesterday.”
“That’s why you’re sad?” He cocked his head.
“Yes. No. Kinda.” I blushed a deep red. “I had hoped we were going to make love again. But I am also worried about my rent.”
Harry laughed and pulled me into his arms. “What am I going to do with you, Sarah?”
“I don’t know. Let me keep my job?” I looked up at him hopefully. I tried to ignore the feeling of his hard cock between my legs and the feel of his chest against my breasts.
“You wanted me to make love to you again?” He smiled down at me, his eyes shimmering like silver stars.
“Well, you know.” The words tripped out of my mouth in a mumble.
“Come away with me this weekend.” He pulled me back suddenly and looked at me.